by Rosa Banks
With no further time to waste, they unlocked from their erotic embrace; and as the last make up ritual, Carla brought out her Revlon color red lipstick, which she applied on Michele’s lips and on hers, to symbolize their kisses of death. Wrapping a silk veil each around their heads to cover their faces, in the tradition of Arabian virgins, Carla picked up the lethal case of wine; and together they followed the waiting Ozil outside the room to the lift, which they rode to the 31st floor-the venue of the gore.
OPERATION WILD GRAPES began in earnest as the lift clanged minutes later and opened to a lighted corridor. With Ozil leading in front, looking like a pious bearer of good news; Carla and Michele followed behind, bearing a deadly gift, as they swung their luscious hips along on soft soled sandals, charged with a mission to thrill and kill…
III
They silently approached the door of Room 1111, guided by two heavily armed men in turban, carrying AK 47 rifles; who stood alert and watchful as the visitors approached their station. When the trio got to the guards, they nodded at Ozil in mutual recognition and greeted each other the traditional way, after which they cast their searching glares at his escorts; the two exotic girls in veils, looking them all over with lascivious eyes.
One of the guards then stepped behind them, to frisk them for concealed weapons, rubbing his hands all over their luscious contours in the pretext of conducting security check. The twin killers acted calm and collected as the invidious hands explored their corners, appearing coy and abashed in veils like they were supposed to. Satisfied they were harmless, they gave Ozil the go ahead to knock and he stepped to the door and knocked five times, with a gentle thud of his knuckle. A flurry of minutes passed before a scratch was heard at the door and a voice rang out, sharp and edgy:
“Who is it?”
“ Heaven is at the door, Holy Sage. The delight of wild grapes and honeyed dews. Never before tasted. Never before seen. Sent to comfort the Paradise bound, and to give a fore taste of the 70 sacred and chaste to come after.” Ozil replied with mock reverence in his local dialect, his voice tinged with ardor and commitment, his faith seemingly unflawed.
A moment passed before the door opened, to reveal a tall and tan man in white smock, shaved clean and with intently burning eyes. In his presence, the two guards fell on their feet in worship, followed by the two august visitors of death, and Ozil who made his hand into a fist, handing it out on a bent knee for the man at the door to acknowledge. He touched the offered fist with a light tap of his hand before speaking in his power laden voice again:
“Are these the chaste gifts the Sheik promised the Sage bound for Elysium? Are they pure, learned and pliant as I requested? Are these virgins invested with the sacred content that can give me the vision of heaven I so crave at this holy hour? Can they flow blood that will redeem my panged soul? Can they dazzle like the real sisters of stars from the desert? We shall soon see. Please come in my exotic beauties. Paradise is near. ”
He sighed after his poetic rhetorical downpour and stepped back into the room, leaving the door open for the virgins to file in. Carla was the first to rise on her feet and strut into the room, followed by Michele who rolled her shy eyes at the Jihadist as she passed by his side into the room. He closed the door behind them and the mission impossible intensified in substance and thrill.
***
Inside the suite, plush and tastefully furnished, they were motioned by the man to a settee to sit which they did shyly, hesitant like maidens in the presence of a suitor. He then went to a wine cabinet by the wall and removed three wine cups which he brought and placed on the table in front of the settee. He sat beside them on the settee and introduced himself like a gentleman, choosing his words carefully with the calmness of a seducer.
“My name is Abdul Malik and I am a candidate of paradise- the child of destiny." He smiled with his dimpled face before continuing. "I am sure you have been taught what to expect from me since the Sheik assured me you are of the wild species of East Arabia; of nubile maidens and sweetest virgins, learned in exotic eroticism found nowhere else in the world. I can only imagine my mortal luck to have you as my last earthly delight. Please bring out the gift of wine from the Sheik. Let’s drink to afterlife and the harvest of valor awaiting me beyond the yellow rivers.”
Carla obediently handed the wine case to Abdul Malik who removed the bottle and held it to light in admiration. "Wild Grapes," he said joyfully and then proceeded to uncork the bottle, spouting its bubbly content on the table before he went on to fill the three cups, handing a glass to each of them.
Carla and Michele held their cups to their lips in mock sipping after Abdul Malik gave a toast and guzzled down the content of his cup, oblivious of the poison that just invaded his circulation system, setting a time bomb in it. After this, without wasting more time, the girls then pounced on him with the dexterity of tigers from the Nile, necking, kissing, smooching and teasing him with sensual coyness, and in the way luring him to drink more from the poisoned bottle.
Having drunk the bottle half way, the specially flavored Martini didn’t take long to take effect in intoxication; because the jihadist soon began to make explicit forays on his exotic virgins, in the nature of disinhibition that alcohol induced in horny men.
“I want you to dance for me, my desert fairies. Stand up and whine those Nubian waists for me and let me see your waist-jewels jiggle to this heavenly rhythm.”
Abdul Malik ordered, rising up from the settee to play an oriental music on the stereo, which he did some dancing steps to, fluid and salsa like before urging the twin virgins to set to work. Fascinated with his wild spirit, Carla rose up to meet him where he stood and whined her waist in front of him, close to his crotch, making her gold and jade jewels rattle as she danced to the swaying music of the East.
Michele soon joined her in the whining act and both of them twirled together like entwined snakes, kissing and smooching each other teasingly to the rhythm of the song like ancient court strippers; to the fascination of Abdul Malik, who looked on at them, as though they were a vista of nymphs escaped from Elysium, sent to tickle him. Moved by their erotic dance, he dipped his hand inside his smock to stroke his rigid cock shaft, enjoying the sight of joy found along the cliff to fatalism.
After a while, the girls separated in their dance and Carla led Abdul Malik by his smock back to the settee; where he sat with solemnity of a monk, awaiting erotic delight in store for him by the virgins. Carla then returned to her mate and they began to give him Arabian striptease, so hot it made the heaven bound mark to fire up in his system, hard as a rocky pole in his groin.
In the sensuousness of the melody still playing on the stereo, Carla slowly removed Michele’s sarong from her body, which fell to the floor to reveal her flawless skin; followed by Michele who did same to her with a magic touch, twirling together on a spot in front of the mark, as they teased each other with kisses and feather touches. Then they removed their respective blouses with fluid movements, slow and deliberate in its tease, which left them bare, with only a silk wrapper tied around each of their jeweled waists; with boobs standing full and golden, capped with tits colored with indigo.
At the sighting of these glorious beauties, Abdul Malik stood up from the settee and locked with them in a manic kiss. Schooled to appear kiss inept like virgins, Carla acted coy and unwilling in response to his searching lips, yet kissed him with the skill of a French woman when their lips met, tingling his taste buds to burn with the tip of her tongue, while her hand massaged on his hard rock which protruded through his linen smock.
Abdul Malik turned to Michele, who all the while clung to Carla in erotic embrace, and sought out her lips which she returned with faltering passion, like a true Arabian virgin. He then moved the kiss from her mouth to her neck and bit hard on it like a rabid dog, causing Michele to groan out in sweet pain; and from there moved down to the tips of her rounded mound of solid milk, which he suckled on with the zest of a baby starved of teat. Michele pulled
Carla’s head to her and kissed her passionately in reaction to the heat searing through her tits, being hungrily nibbled at by the maverick mark.
Presently, going on his knees, Abdul Malik turned to Carla and held her boobs one at a time and circled his hot tongue over the painted areola, looking up at each lap to whisper sultry talks in Arabic dialect to her, eyes cloudy with fatal lust. She shivered on her legs like a virgin having the first taste of lips on her tits, grabbing at his head and moaning softly in response to his delirious sucking of her hard nipples.
As he sucked, she dipped her fingers inside his earlobes to tickle them and then bent down to nibble at his nape with her tongue, which only fired him up to want more. He moved over to Michele and circled his tongue around her navel, using his teeth to pull at her gold trinkets, which pierced into her skin before dipping in his tongue on her clit surface, humming his natural sex hymn as he grabbed at her boobs to fondle them fondly.
Shortly, he relaxed his tempo and returned to his old dictatorial self, commanding with his accented voice that they should give him a mouth-treat.
“On your knees, Mariams. I want to feel the warmth of paradise in the cooler of your mouths.”
With this said, he removed the smock from his body, pulling it from his head, and became stark naked with only a tiny gold band wore around his waist. His skin shined with a sun tan and he looked lithe and firm, despite his self denial of nourishments; and his cock, thick and long, stood straight in his groin, nodding in furious alertness.
Carla and Michele, glad to be taken for Egyptian virgins, went on their knees in unison, and without hands plucked his hard cock cap in their mouths. He let out a sharp groan, folding his hands at his back, like a soldier in parade. Rolling their lusty eyes at the enthralled mark, Carla and Michele both stuck out their tongues, which he immediately keyed in to, swinging his hard-rock cock to slap across their dripping tongues, left and right.
Teasing him like this for a flurry of seconds more, Carla then held his long Arabian dick in her hand and began to blow it, the way Nubian queens from old Egyptian dynasties used to treat their majestic pharaohs. After blowing for some time she then passed it to Michele who would repeat the same feat on it with more sultriness, moaning in modulated tones. She would oval her mouth on his long rod and shove it in and out with the skill of a vixen, using its reddened cap to rub her pointed tits at intervals; and at other times scooping his balls in her soft palm to fondle them as she sucked.
In series like this did the twin assassins pass his dick to each other and performed magic on it as though in competition; biting, clawing, licking, slurping and slapping on his rocky cock. Abdul Malik felt the rush threatening to bust at his pipe, as they treated his dick to an exclusive Arabian dessert, groaning and slapping himself hard on the face repeatedly in self flagellation.
Thrilled further by his masochistic assaults on himself, the twin killers grilled him harder in their jobs; and he sang a sexual dirge in the throes of fatal ecstasy they put him in. Carla and Michele, cruel in their care and tutored in exotic S and M, would drive him further in his pains; together clamping their teeth hard on the crown of his cock, till he groaned out in pain, and afterwards suck on the bitten cap with unfailing tenderness that drove him mad with sexual inebriation.
Exchanging deep erotic kiss over his cock cap, the two virgins traced their deadly fingers along the crack of his ass, all the way to his hole around which they scratched with sharp fingernails; taking him along with them to the fountain of bliss, in a journey fated to be deep and stirring for both the killers and the mark…
IV
“Time to put me in my purificatory throes, Mariams.”
Abdul Malik stepped forward and held his back straight, looking lost and helpless in the glory of his full and furious manhood. Michele, learned like her mate in Arabian erotic mystiques, fell on her knees in front of his stiff cock while Carla stood behind him with a twined camel whip in hand, poised to strike. Then with a practiced swipe of her hand Carla began to lash at him just as Michele sucked him hard in front. Whip! Whip! Whip! So did the camel leach strike on Abdul Malik’s back, leaving welts across his back and buttocks, splashed in a moment with blood. He groaned under the erotic torture, grabbing at Michele’s head to jerk violently on his hard rock cock, asking for more from Carla as the pain seared through his skin to titillate him.
“More. Faster. Harder. Yes this is it. This is paradise. I am in paradise. Deeper. Lash me faster Mariam. Suck me harder.”
Lashing the back of his legs on which he shivered on a spot, Carla would travel up with wicked slowness along his back just as Michele sucked his cock hard; and in throes of the heinous torture, he muttered Arabic dialects that better captured the manic state of his being at that moment, driven to the edge with pleasure in pain.
After a while, Carla switched role with Michele, who went to the table to pick up the half spent wine bottle and splashed its bubbly content all over Abdul Malik’s butchered back. He winced with pain just as Carla stood at his front and backed him in a way that placed his turgid cock between the fork of her closed thighs, touching the tip of her clit and began to ride.
As Carla thigh-fucked him vigorously, Michele would pepper his back with periodic whip lash; and at times reach over to pinch his dark nipples with sharp fingernails, which would drive him to slap himself hard on the face, thrilled by the pain. As she grinded on his crotch like a lap dancer, Carla would slap his hand away whenever he tried to hold her waist, to be followed by Michele’s whip on his calves and back. The exotic foray went on like this for some time before the twin killers decided to show their mark a vision of Elysium that his soul so thirsted for.
And as the senior Mariam in the erotic act, it was Carla that initiated the ritual. Picking up her sarong from the floor, she went to Abdul Malik where he stood, kissed him deep on each nipple which caused him to groan in blood rush, and then went behind him to tie his hands together with the silky sarong. After tying him like this, she then led him to the settee to sit down. He was shivering with pleasure by this time, totally enraptured with the sadistic ministrations he was being treated with.
Beckoning on her mate, they both knelt in front of him like Arabian maidens, and one after the other slapped his rocky cock tenderly for it to swing from side to side, testing his staying power. After it was confirmed he was a horse, Carla then placed his long pole between her cleavage, spat a heavy dollop of saliva on it to lubricate it and began to pump it up and down with her hands. After doing this in series, biting his cock cap at regular intervals; she would step aside and let Michele perform the same routine on his dick with her ample boobs. Carla, the cruel matador would slap on Abdul Malik’s face as Michele breast-fucked him, pinching hard on his nipples and at times lowering her tits to him to suck, which he did with delirious appetite; biting, lapping, slapping on the tits like an intoxicated man.
“I want the feet of lily on my sacred staff, Mariams.”
Abdul Malik voiced out presently, half spent already by the viciousness of Arabian virgins sent to give him a sight of Heaven, panting with burning eyes. Michele, in obliging went on her back below him on the furry carpet, and raised her two legs up, placing each foot to clamp around his cock cap and started rubbing them together with the slowness of a grindstone. After a while, she increased with fast swipes of her feet, rubbing their soft soles around his lengthy shaft and hurting him deep with relish he enjoyed. While Michele was down, hurting him with pleasure from below, Carla climbed up the settee and placed her wet twat in his face, all over his mouth; swinging her hips rhythmically and suffocating him with her whining butts on his face. He licked at her cunt like it was ice cream, his face coated all over with cunt cream.
Moments later, Michele stood from up from her position on the floor and straddled him, placing his thick dick in between her slippery butt cheeks and began to slide on it. The gel leaked by Abdul Malik’s dick further lubricated the space between Michele’s ass cheeks as she swung ba
ck and forth on his dick. As her mate mercilessly grinded on the mark, Carla pulled at his long hair, at times spitting in his mouth for him to swallow, while she slapped him in series and bit on his nipples the way he loved. Abdul Malik could feel so high with their mystical ministrations on him and this inebriation led him to request early for the last part of the bouquet- the miraculous peak that would lead to his untimely downfall.
“I want the golden rush, Mariams. Give me the sprinkling rain and the blood now. Now. Paradise now Mariams.”
At this solemn command by the heaven bound mark, Carla and Michele stopped in their act and together went to stand in front of him, looking down on him with impassioned eyes. Where he sat on the settee with hands tied behind his back, he looked lost and sapped of strength and it was obvious the poison in the wine had started taking effect on his heart. But notwithstanding his languor, his continental dick still stood at attention, nodding with the strength of five horses ready to prance, swollen and bruised at the sides.
With methodical vignette, the twin killers then reenacted the “Arabian Spring” for his erotic delight; entwined together in a lesbian kiss that explored exclusive points on their bodies. Carla tongued Michele deeply on the mouth and later covered her mounds with hot kisses, moving up and down her lithe body, searching out her erogenous zones with flaming tongue. Michele returned her moves with same fervor, twining under the scalding effect of her mate’s tongue and bending down at intervals to give Abdul Malik harsh hand job on his tortured dick and to scratch him on the nipples with her blade sharp fingernails. Thrilled on end by this deluxe act, he continued to ramble in English interspersed with his native tongue, thrashing under the wicked effect of Michele's hands .
